Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm
I'm to rip this Psalm
the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like
Bombs Vietnam

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't or skinteet
Lyrics I lick my tongue
And rhymes I nymn my teeth
This prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the spoken and broken up
In these and scrolls that I unfold
The knowledge I use make me bold
The in my system

itself and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of pan and Calypso
Cyop is a and a buck is a cyop
That's the real true thing and a fact

This man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the
Island, is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue swung

And the structure in me verse
So all MC's don't cross this
'Cause by now you should sort of
Lyrically wise but now I

All youth out of order
Don't try to test any of the
'Cause I'm not done with the boxin'
The beatin' and the

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you face me
And my rhymes you'll and learn
Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the them

That me big 'boutcha under and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because when I the mic
(Yes, man)
All they do stop yes and hush

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With these styles of such
And if I do unleash a lyrical
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll and make it brief

Please bite yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the
Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll
And rhymes just the same

Quote for quote, for note, did you comprehend
So jack it up and pull it up
Wheel and come
'Cause MC's try these raps and sound like wanna-be's

But a wanna-be's not I want to be
See the FU-Schnickens to be
The true free
Free to FU-Schnick prophecies

We untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not Jamaican, so all MC's you better run
Because Mr. Chip FU man a

And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong de vibes
A de don
True me full up a style and me wicked and
With peer pattern watch how me it in a verb

And capsize it in a
Uno better give I and I
When this I come
out

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three
follow me
POC FU's the chicken and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And when the M the I the C is in my H the
I preach and teach and all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get straight
All MC's come out with styles
And all of them do great

But ring the alarm and don't calm
Because I won't
These lyrical that I compile
To preach and teach and me, a new jack brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a
On tape, on and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct
Yes and who never hear me yet you hear my voice it's perfect
So just up because your lyrics are weak when you speak

Don't step so just up, wake up, take off the make-up
The mic I'll break up
limbs from limb, slim me trim
You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't no pattern

So head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought
was taught to one and another
All MC's better ring the alarm
In other words, run for